Yes as you can see smart baby has take a place as one of the four horsemen of the apocalypse-
The theme of December's blogging that is emerging- catastrophes a la smart baby. Here is smart baby mopping the flour with my bucket of bread flour (I don't know if this is better or worse than the previous mopping episode with toilet water) I had it out to make 6 loaves of homemade bread for the teachers, bus driver, etc) This occurred simply as I turned my back to stir the rice and soup for tonight's dinner casserole- yes only 2 feet behind me! He is one sneaky character.
Then 2 hrs later as I was attempting to wrest the bread from its pan to rush it out for fresh hot delivery to the bus driver- I heard the sound of the bus in front of my house- so I with knife in hand ran to open the front door- to wave that I was home so smart son wouldn't be driven back to the school and in my absence smart baby- went directly to the dining room climbed up in the middle of the table and poked 2 holes in and ate 5 fondant decorations off smart son's birthday cake (luckily i had already taken a picture in case some such scenario took place) Seriously i have exhausted every cabinet lock, and out of reach surface known to man. The family room armoire is the current "safe house" for tomorrows birthday cupcakes for school.
This evening smart baby struck again as I prepared the next round of bread dough- I turned to see something brown in his hand- he had reached up and grabbed a hunk out of one of the cooling loaves of bread-(one of the down sides of having an 18 month old who is above the 95% percentile in height - way too much is in their reach!) so much for that gift. Smart son played accomplice today --on his way out the door to music - as he madly grabbed shortbread cookies set the 5 ton glass cake tender dome on one of the other cooling loaves.
These were the major incidents of the day- in addition he enjoyed dumping a box of graham sticks, dumping out 50 cookie cutter, disassembling the carpet tiles in the dining room and 50 other things.
I forgot how fun they are at that age....and by "fun" I mean "EVIL".
ReplyDeleteWow. You have the patience of a saint, my dear. WHAT A DAY! My hat is off you you, sistah!
ReplyDeleteI am so glad to see that someone else is enjoying the smart baby syndrome. How old is smart baby? I think are boys are close in age... aren't they ever so curious?
ReplyDelete19 mo as of yesterday! It is a lovely age of autonomy
ReplyDeleteMy nephew is the same age-- except he is such a huge fan of the garbage. He will throw anything in, and sometimes, he'll dump it all out just to put it all back.
ReplyDeleteGotta love it.
oh we have the garbage fettish two- yesterday it was eggs shells he was taking out- today it was muffin pans he was putting in- and then he dumped my bedroom trash into the suitcase i was packing- love the dear child- I do!
ReplyDeleteI'm so sorry! Cam is a climber, but not into anything like that yet.
ReplyDeleteOh man. Your post totally reminded me of when my now-6 year old was that age-he would do more damage in one day than most of his peers would do in a month. I could not keep up with him or his destructive antics!!!
ReplyDeleteAt least you can blog about it! That's a classic picture.
rofl les. sounds like he's your challenging one! I have 2 of them myself!!!
ReplyDeleteDitto char word for word. Now, where are the pictures of the cake (and cupcakes).
ReplyDeleteI think it is a second child thing. My first would have never done any of those things...my second however, is a completely different story. Yesterday I threatened her on several occasions, my threat was to throw her in a pile of snow, but still.
ReplyDeleteraceheele you are missing out- stephanie- i love the pile of snow idea- if only we had some- i am sure soon enough
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